Dreaming

I only look like I'm HERE. I'm actually there, and I'm curled up in a blanket, and completely passed out, with the waves singing to me.
I actually get nervous sometimes, isn't that silly? I get nervous, wondering if I'm going to be there, and it's going to hurt. If it's going to hurt like sometimes it does, it evokes a feeling that I am trapped in my body, this body that I'm here to use to experience things I cannot otherwise. And yet, sometimes I feel so jealous of the free waves, pulled on by the moon. That probably sounds outright crazy, right? Sometimes I can thank the waves for getting my feelings out for me, as they pound the rocks over and over, sometimes gently washing over them, othertimes unleashing their full fury and power. I'm never quite sure which way it's going to come out. But right now, they'd be reassuring me that everything is actually how it's meant to be, and that since all is right with the world, I have nothing at all to worry over, and that I should indeed close my eyes and let the waves sweep me away. 2 weeks from today. Some people think "vacation", especially SPRING BREAK, and want to be where the action is- they want Cali, Florida, South Carolina, Padre Islands, Vegas, where WILD TIMES and WHO KNOWS WHAT awaits. You'll find me on the rocks every single time. It's actually a downfall- I should explore more places, but I see something new every single time. And really- isn't nature the all time best? Nothing manufactured can compare.
I wonder if I click my heels three times right now, will I appear there?